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ChildrenThe day thy're born Life begins Breast fed or bottles Cloth diapers or disposable Boys,girls Blue,pink They start to crawl Then to walk Their first steps Their first words The early years full of mischief As they learn We try to teach them right from wrong To respect things around them We give them love We correct them been they're bad We reward them For good grades & good deeds We nurture them With parts of us Our beliefs,our feelings Our knowledge As they grow We can see what they've learned But no matter How old they get Until our dying day They're our children

i was your baby girl your little princess i was your little angel always a daddy's girl but then the lord took you from me now every year on this day it only gets harder to bear wile everyone's out celebrating all i want to do is cry i remember staying up all night waiting for you to come home but you never did i remember starring up at the starry sky wishing for the day when you would finely come back home but my pleads where meet with the silence of the night now every year on this day it only gets harder to bear wile ever ones out celebrating all i want to do is cry its bean 17 years this year everyone says that time will only make it e...